Li Tong's idea was very straightforward.
Blood Poison Hand always sought revenge for the smallest grievance, so since there was a grudge against him, he would definitely seek retribution upon return.
Although he didn't know the extent of his opponent's strength, the fact that he hadn't appeared yet meant he couldn't exceed his own and Third Uncle's realm.
Therefore, his plan was to lure the snake out of its hole.
Pretend to be seriously injured and have everyone know it.
Thus, he would see if he could draw out his opponent.
"These old generations..."
Whether it's Liu Fangming from the Heart Monkey Style, Third Uncle, or his master Li Tong.
From them, Chen Feng could feel certain characteristics that ordinary people didn't possess.
Shaking his head to suppress distraction, he went to the parking lot.
"How exactly did you resolve it?"
